Avion

Patience is hard and I am very bored.
Why are we here? And why can't we get there?
It's not like my Chicago is abhorred
Or that I hate my home, or do not care
To sleep in my own bed. But really, I
Was ready to be elsewhere, eager to
Visit another city. Now I lie
Semirecumbent in an airport. Who
Would rather be here than be in Nebraska?
And if they would, they ought to realize
A storm more suited to, say, Nome, Alaska
Will keep us here if our plane does not rise.
I want to go, not so I leave my bed
But so my life continues on ahead.